Bowen put his hand on her shoulder. "He might no' have seen it, Mari."
"Anyone immersed in magick of this sort would have seen it. That really pisses me off. I'm supposed to be the most powerful witch, and my spell got owned in two weeks." Think... think. Control - never had Conrad needed it more; never had he been more in danger of losing it completely. Wait... "Witch, if you don't do something about this, everyone will think they can overturn your spells at will. Who would pay you for spells that don't take?" MacRieve growled, just as Mariketa said, "You think I can't see what you're doing? Unfortunately, it's working." "You canna think of this!" MacRieve snapped. Mariketa cast the Lykae a troubled glance, then told Conrad, "Vampire, understand that I've never done this on a human. And another problem - I don't even have her body. I'd need to scry for the location of it, again while I'm doing everything else!" "She's fading." Conrad raked his fingers through his hair. "Time's running out! What do we have to lose?" MacRieve said, "She could come back wrong." Conrad met his eyes. "I'll do what's necessary if she does." "It's no' only that," the Lykae said. "Mari can enthrall herself in the mirror. Her eyes will incinerate anything that comes between her and her reflection, and she'll get stuck in an eternal trance. I feel for you, vampire, but I will no' allow her to put herself at risk." "Sebastian saved your life - and he spared you from an unspeakable fate. You owe him a debt." MacRieve's gaze flickered over Mariketa and changed color with some fierce emotion. Hardening his expression, he turned to Conrad. "No' a debt like this." Mariketa turned to N